Volume 1, Chapter 23: The Eldest Young Master Finds the Medicine Packet

"Pure Heart? You must be joking. Aren't those guys just a third-rate guild? We actually messed around with them a while back after our raid group got wiped." A Japanese player with long hair said, clearly unconvinced.

She pressed her lips together, staring intently into his eyes without saying a word. Then, she broke free from his grasp and continued on her way.

The sincerity in his eyes was evident: "Then why did you do that?" Speaking these words, Hye-chae completely mistook Li Hao for Min Hyo-young, her emotions rising.

As for Xuanyuan Haotian and Xuanyuan Haokong, having witnessed her intense outburst, they could only silently break into a cold sweat for her.

Beyond these two groups, there was another set of onlookers—several elderly men. Perhaps due to their age and worldly experience, the focus of their discussion was entirely different.

Ulquiorra picked up Grantney, tossed him down, and then exited the room, closing the door behind him. The room was immediately plunged into total darkness.

Zhang Xueru’s entry into the entertainment industry was accidental; she had only intended to compete quietly and earn enough money to treat Zhang Ruoxu’s illness.

As soon as she entered, Hye-chae knew this must be another high-end café. She followed Choi Jin-woo and chose a seat.

"You know about the Han family?" Hou Hailin, unaware of the history between Yang Yang and Han Zhiwei, was startled to hear Yang Yang mention it.

"Leader, shouldn't we reconsider?" An elder at his side hurried toward Wang Long to persuade him.

The Dragon Graveyard had originally been a deep, jagged ravine behind Dragon City. Later, following the great battle during the era of the Fighting Dragons, the fallen dragons’ bones had piled up into a massive mountain of remains. Judging by the surrounding environment, Wang Long felt he might be located in a giant rift at the bottom of that very cliff.

Queen Zhao shivered, unable to help but shriek: "You—if you take another step back, I’ll scream!" Her voice trembled, her eyes slightly glazed; her words had already become involuntary.

The moment the crystal core formed, an instinctive joy welled up in Andy’s heart, as if he vaguely sensed that his life had become something extraordinary from this day forward.

New Hope was holding a company dinner that evening. Bai Shu was too busy to attend in person, so he specifically sent A-Yu to the dinner, having her hand out red envelopes to every colleague so that everyone would arrive in high spirits and leave satisfied.

A-Gang, Liu Jianming’s bodyguard and driver, nodded and launched an attack toward Zhou Rui.

Across the boundless wilderness, the primordial giant trees stood thousands of feet tall, their canopies blotting out the sky like massive umbrellas between heaven and earth. The horizon seemed within reach, yet simultaneously infinite and vast, stretching out into an endless expanse.

Almost as soon as these words escaped her lips, Yu Zi felt a weight lift from her heart. The worries that had been plaguing her seemed to vanish: Yes, I want to leave with him! I—I want to continue staying by his side, just living like this with him...

The two stopped in the stone chamber containing the stone coffin and spirit tablets, intending to tidy everything up before checking the innermost chamber to see if anything had changed.

In the lounge, other senior colleagues from the Sixth Division of the Plot Department sat waiting as time ticked away.

That morning, Rong Zheng was injured and couldn't get out of bed, so Baochun placed a low table on the bed, and the family of three ate breakfast there.

This had originally been a brightly lit room, but all the windows had been sealed shut, transforming it into a pitch-black inner chamber. There was a bed inside, and on the bed lay someone—it was Fan Yunjiang.

Suddenly, a chaotic brawl broke out within the stone cavern. Baochun, unable to spare a glance at the final mural, drew her sword to block Anyang, who was rushing toward the circular dais.

His wings had turned into steel, and a second pair had sprouted. More importantly, the angel’s power had surged once more, reaching a level he had never dared to imagine. Yet, this power also began to make Apocalypse increasingly arrogant.

The next moment, a fist the size of a sandpot slammed heavily into Poseidon’s face. Under the impact of Lei Ze’s ferocious punch, Poseidon’s fifty-meter-tall body instantly exploded into thousands of water droplets.

"Arrange a plane to Luo City," Shi Shaoqin said, then took out his phone and called the person in charge there.

Since her spiritual power could manifest in the same way as Bai Qi’s ice-element abilities, it was feasible to teach her his "Ice Lotus" and "Ice Sword" techniques for her to practice.

Unlike the previous time when the three God Kings had spread out to encircle Lei Ze, this time they were completely united. The powers of thunder, the ocean, and death collided in the void, forming a uniquely fused energy.

Leader Meng and his wife looked at their formidable son-in-law, their expressions at a loss for words; besides, they dared not say anything at all.

Zhan Xiaoyun cast a calm glance at Yan Zhan, and after the servant finished serving the soup, he changed the subject.

She said again, "Let him come up." Her heart was filled with intense trepidation, though she tried her best to keep her voice steady.

"Demon King Peng, when is the best time to activate the Myriad Demon Blood Formation?" Yan Wu asked Zui Xiaoyao.

"Shinji, just give up. Squirtle cannot break free from Drapion’s tail," A-Liang said triumphantly.

Without missing an arm or a leg, and with no burn scars on his face, why did he look so repulsive to people?

"You’re joking. I can eat a whole cow in one sitting; there’s no way I can’t finish these measly seven grains of rice." Ma Lingyao assumed the Great Immortal Yellow Wind was teasing him.

Watching those nine figures vanish, a trace of imperceptible fanaticism stirred within Wuming’s heart.

The ritual... that sensation made Feng Qing’er stare, as if she were watching an Emperor enjoying the kowtows of his subjects.

She saw the scene, but she lacked the strength and capability to discern the faces of those involved. Of course, she had no idea what these people were actually doing.

At this time, it should be Yao Jie’s turn to pick up Bao’er from kindergarten. Could it be...? Did Yao Jie fail to pick up Bao’er?

His face suddenly turned deathly pale, and his hands began to tremble as he pointed toward the distant sky.

At this moment, Zhang Tian hid his body not far from the flock of Golden-Winged Great Peng birds and let out a cold sneer.

Nioh glanced at Jiro, who had already begun to snore, and couldn't help but sigh before taking off his long-sleeved jacket.

"Wait for me in the bedroom for a moment; I'll be back shortly." Mu Xiaoyan, wearing her cartoon pajamas, headed straight down from the third floor.

Three-Hands was also speechless. With such a massive wave of minions, you call me bottom lane just to not farm them? I was already solo-killed by Zed once; if I fall behind another wave, aren't I going to be the one taking the blame later?